User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-26024035-20160423181424/@comment-3135907-20160518184725

The dromon sailed off across the open ocean, leaving nothing but a shattered, sinking ruin in its wake.

The fox from earlier stalked down the slave line, lashing out with a short cane with three knotted lengths of cord one end here and there, keeping the slaves on their toes.